Chapter 70

AMY. Where could I start from? Was it the sounds of fangs clashing and claws digging into each other skins? Or the powerful reek of blood that filled the air? Perhaps the sight of seeing warriors of both sides dying? No, it was best I kept my focus and that was saving Logan. Two brown furred wolves were running with me side by side, Oliver and Alpha Everett. The three of us were an impenetrable front, tearing down our enemies without mercy. My white fur was already stained in their blood, my fangs were dripping and craving more, never ever had I seen my wolf more energetic and vengeful. The power I was exuding with every death bite across their necks, surprised me at a point but then it dawned on me it was a full moon. I kept trudging forward no matter the numbers. No matter what it took I was going to reach my man. Then again, an hour had passed and I had barely reached the center of the field where my father and Logan were. At this rate, we would be exhausted before any of us reach